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Thanks for these morning readings, as the sun comes up over shoulder of ridge (traveling north every day as days get longer, daylight savings time). And pictures, that beach at Carmel River next to Jeffers especially 'prized' (Carmel Beach just to the right to the point, where waves can be really good (and water is always crystal clear). Meanwhile, hello from Joanne, who went down memory lane last night -- about the early days here in Bolinas with you and everyone. . . .

Well, I can only imagine your frustrations with that still-born spring...

Coming to this comment after speaking to you a moment ago about Weldon Kees, I should relate that this poet was another lost soul who went to an early watery ending, even younger than did Kees as it happened. Unhappy, drunken, mendicant, falling in love with all the wrong men, Crane jumped off a steamer in the Gulf of Mexico at the age of 32.

In a poem called "Hart Crane", Robert Creeley captures the pathos of the life in the image of Crane as an aerial creature grounded and falling "in the gutter... /like a bird, say, wired to flight, the/ wings, pinned to their motion, stuffed."